Im like mr. clifford richard Im wired for sound
And when I get myself a mic you wont want to be around
Im off like a note in karens day tripper
Im faking all my lines like that dolphin called flipper

I send chills down your spine like the strings in billie jean
Im so far underground that Im a one person scene
Im overly thorough just like david attenborough
When hes whispering in the jungle like theyre working undercover

Evidence irrefutable Im squarer than a cublicle
I hug the straight and narrow like a julie arrows musical
I derail and fail with abstract verse I fail to curtail
The rhythmical measures and pleasurable endeavours never sail

Im lacking in ambition simply no predisposition
And when I hit the stage I lose all composition
I never like it loud cos crowded places scare me
I dig the rock and roll as much as peter paul and mary

Arsehole
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Im the host with the most uber guy smiley
Ive got the special effects like the bbc man
Ive got flow like mal steems got chops
It seems that Im so bad they get l.l. to call the cops

Beats so hard theyll be bustin up your spleen
I got more rhymes than derns hair got sheen
I put flash in the dance just like irene cara
And Ive got more toys than teruhisa kitahara

Like a digital refinery I hope you lise the binary
So zeros after ones getting lined up into finery
I put them into rows to get the music go
And they goes and they flows like the mucus out your nose

Im the asisiatic australasiatic
Instamatic rhythm box static addict
I got the juice and all else got the pith
And Im tough under pressure just like sarah jean smith

Arsehole
I will lick your arsehole
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